Give me a Couple of Minutes
We've fought our way in to an underground bunker, and fought our way deeper in to the underground bunker. We are now bickering about whether or not we should venture through the curtain of magical darkness in the mouth of a dragon carved in to the stone wall, and, if we do, who goes first.
Balls to it. I open the door to our left instead. It's probably a toilet, and I need to go.
'Brewswain, that's not a toilet.'
'It soon will be.'